A/N: Surprised that anyone even read this.

Elezan Tress: Thanks! I was hesitant to post it but since it got a good reaction I'll keep posting.

Sleeping Moon: You'll see soon, poor guy will feel like he entered an asylum that was run by the crazies.

Borislvr: Nice to see my guests responding! I'm glad you think so because Joshua may or may not be a badass.

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Falling felt like a never-ending process to Bridgette. At first she felt fear make her stomach flip-flop and her eyes tear but after awhile it become a monotonous and boring event that she wanted to just press the skip button on. Even the darkness and occasional shadow that would slip by failed to scare her at this point, the only thing that had retained its scare factor was the man above her. He had sharp mitch-matched colored eyes hidden by glasses and handsome yet cold features. He had taken this much better than she had, all he did was jump and let the hole take him to wherever the bottom was, unlike her initial screaming and flailing. If she could take it back she would because, by now, the guy probably thought she was a complete idiot who was brain-damaged.

Sighing she stared back down at the seemingly bottomless pit just to spy a faint light. It wasn't very impressive, it really just looked like a glimmer from a flashlight, and brought up a warm breeze that smelled heavily of pine. Ever so slowly the light began to expand until it shone in full force nearly burning the girl's now light sensitive eyes. The light was a relief yet at the same time she was reminded that this thing had a bottom.

A bottom that she could splatter on.

"Ah!" She tried to shift her body so her legs were facing downwards instead of her head. "I knew it was too good to be true!"

"Stop your whining." The man snapped and wrapped an arms arround her waist. The touch immediately sent a repulsive shudder down her spine, but she quickly forgot about it when a blurry patch of green and brown came to her field of vision. The Green quickly became tall and spindly pine trees while the brown became the ground with patches of grass all through out. All of a sudden the loud and obnoxious boom a bomb dropping rang through her ears and the ground instantly came closer. Yet instead of staring down at it from a high distance she could feel her shoes firmly planted on the ground.

"That wasn't that hard now-"

"THANK YOU GOD!" Bridgette dropped to her knees and felt the urge to cry. Never had she been so happy to actually be in the middle of nowhere in a place she didn't know. If she was utterly insane she would probably kiss her kidnapper, speaking of which...

She turned back to look at him. "Hey, jerk!"

"That's not my-"

"Why on earth did you kidnap me!?" She put her hands on her not so slender hips. "You can't do that it's illegal, and then you have the nerve to dump me in a hole! What does this go to, China?"

"I don't know what China is, but I brought you here because I was ordered to." The man scowled an reached into his pocket and pulled out a small glass vial with a diamond-shaped top filled with a curious blue liquid. "Now drink this."

"No."

His scowl turned into a full-blown glare and for a fraction of a second Bridgette thought she made the wrong choice in purposefully trying to piss him off. "Using a vial is unconventional here yet it is also part of the rules, so drink!"

"Why?" Her nose wrinkled. "What if that's a drug meant to instantly kill me?" Her eyes widened. "Or worse yet you'll rape me!"

"I don't have time for this." The girl backed up slightly when he pulled out a shiny black pistol that clearly didn't have the safety on. "Drink."

Cautiously extending a hand she took the vial and was surprised to find it cold even though the man had taken it out of his pocket. Popping the cap off she brought it to her nose and took a whiff and immediately brought it away from her face. Whatever was in the vial smelled sour like left over tomato sauce. "Do I have to drink it?"

A low click was her answer. Shutting her eyes Bridgette brough it to her lips and drank it down all in one gulp a shudder running through her body when she did. It tasted horribly bitter and she gagged trying to keep the stuff down. Breathing deeply through her nose she glared at the rabbit man. "Happy?"

"That shall suffice." And with that he turned on his heel and walked away.

"That's it?"

"What else did you want from me?" He said without even turning around.

She couldn't believe this. Why would he go through all the trouble of kidnapping her just to chuck her in a hole, drink a godawful liquid, and threaten her with a gun? She stared at his retreating figure for several moments before looking around. It was a nice little area, perfect for picnics and other family oriented gatherings. There weren't that many trees and the grass had small wildflowers dotting it. The dirt didn't create a path to anywhere yet in the distance she could see tha tall slender towers of a castle."I'm in Europe?"

If the rabbit guy worked for someone in that castle that means anyone could come and snatch her away. She needed to find an American Embassy and quick before the monarchy thought she was a witch and set her on fire or worse.

"But first..." She rolled up the waistband of her black sweat pants, they belonged to her brother and thus were too big for her, to stop them from dragging on the ground before taking three calming breaths. "Time to empty the tank."

Sticking her middle finger in her mouth she pushed it back as far as it would go before she began to gag. With little to no effort she doubled over and puking her guts out in a sloppy and disgusting puddle. With each heave she could taste something unbearably sweet and she silently wondered where it came from. When she was finally done she straightened up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Without all the pizza she consumed, five slices, she felt incredibly empty, yet she couldn't help but feel better knowing the drug was out of her stomach.

"Now where to go?" She didn't want to head the way the rabbit man went in case he was still around and the whole monarchy thing, but she didn't see any other sign of life in any other direction. She turned around fully and stared at the sky in the distance narrowing her eyes against the mid-morning sun. That's when she saw it, a few tiny squiggles that almost blended in with a handful of clouds. "A town?"

Unless it was a tiny cottage in the woods. Or maybe it was a cabin? What if that cabin turned out to be a sacrificial site, or a crazy murderer lived there, or her perverted and questionable cousin?! She placed her hands over her ears and let out a dry high-pitched scream that made a few birds fly out of the trees. When her lungs were empty she put her hands in the pocket and walked towards the mysterious smoke in the distance.

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As far as Bridgette was concerned she hated nature. The very idea of nature at this point was beginning to piss her off. Climbing over a fallen log she yelped when she nearly tripped when her pants legs got caught.

"Come on!" She gripped the fabric and gave it a hard yank before falling over and skinning her hand against a pine cone. Hissing she retracted her hand and stood up again and kicked the log. "Stupid nature, why do you hate me! So what if I'm too lazy to walk to a recycling bin instead of throwing my trash into a garbage can, or like to drive big cars, or flush my toilet with a whole five gallons, or even-"

She stopped mid-sentence as she noticed the sky. It had changed from a lazy looking mid-morning sky to a dying sunset. The air around her instantly began to chill and she pulled her hands into the tan track jacket. That definitely had to be an effect from the drug she took there was no way that the sky just changed. Shuddering as a cold wind whipped through the forest she pressed ahead and noticed that the forest slowly began to break into a clearing. Soon there was only a smattering of trees and those all lined a dirt road. Picking up her pace the dirt soon changed to a grey cobble stone before she made it into a town.

A few people loitered the streets while a few others would go in and out of the small stone buildings that were in need of repair. Dirt clung to the streets and stray dogs ran about as if eager to jump someone should they have a meal. Even though the surroundings were rather dismal the people seemed okay with it a few even smiling as they went on their way. The small houses soon broke until they became shops and the handful of people quickly swelled into at least a hundred of them. They were crowded everywhere in between shops and market stalls all of them chattering over the calls of the shop owners who tried to entice the people into buying their wares.

Bridgette walked the crowd with her hood up and head down in an attempt to be discreet. It had become rather obvious the minute she stepped into the town that she wasn't going to fit in very well. All of the women here wore dresses that went down to their ankles or swept the cobbled stone walk. Even the men wore strange clothes, pants made of cloth and shirts that were buttoned up and had suspenders or very fancy clothes. Yet that wasn't even the strangest thing...

All of them lacked faces.

Well that would be exaggerating somewhat. The truth was that all of the people in the town lacked eyes. She would have passed this off as just an effect of the drug and cold but something deep inside her gut warned her to keep her hood up. Warned was an understatement, it had practically screamed at her. Sighing she went over to an empty bench and sat down her weary muscles instantly thanking her for it. Leaning her head against the warm stone wall behind her she shut her eyes and mindlessly listened to the noise around her. The sound was almost comforting, a bit of normality in the madness that she had endured for the past few hours. A hint of a smile graced her lips and she burrowed deeper into her jacket content to sleep on the bench for the night.

Yet that was quickly ruined when she felt someone touching her. The hands were very delicate as if afraid to wake her up. At first she did nothing deciding the hands would leave if she showed no interest, but her entire body stiffened when she felt the hand dive into her jacket pocket and remove a heavy object. Her eyes opened and she watched as a retreating figure went to mingle in the crowd. "Hey!"

She stood up and ran into the crowd pushing people out of the way. Even though the item in question didn't belong to her she was terrified to know what her brother would do should he find his prized cellphone missing. That boy had it with him at all times and always got in a hissy fit when he found it missing.

It was like his coffee except it made him less productive.

Catching out to catch the figure's shoulder she nearly reached it when they turned a sharp left. The girl skidded to a halt, nearly knocking into a produce stand, and followed full on until she noticed the figure had turned around to reveal a boy. He was perhaps her age and would have been considered handsome if he had eyes. Next to him were three other boys all around his age and all lacking eyes.

"Looks like this one followed after us." He gave a crooked grin and put his hand in his pocket. "Now me thinks he wants his stuff back."

They thought she was a guy? She opened her mouth to set them straight but once again her gut kindly told her not to. She wished she could have a conversation with her gut so she could tell it to leave her alone but decided to listen anyway.

Lowering her voice she said. "Yeah it's mine so give it back."

"And why should we be doin' that?"

She crouched down and held up her fists ready to fight these guys. She had taken a one year self-defense training at the insistence of her brother after her parents could no longer afford it he had painstakingly taught her everything he knew. She couldn't hold her own in a fight, but she would do the best she could to get the phone back then run like hell.

The onlooker boys began to oh and cheer their leader on, apparently Gavin, as he pushed up his dirty white shirt sleeved up to his elbows and get into his own fighting stance. Silently giving her first and perhaps last prayer she let out a yell and lashed out at him. The punch barely made its mark due to him dodging, but the contact of her fist on his shoulder was still evident to Bridgette and that brought her a boost of confidence. This was almost dosed, however, when the boy brought his own fist down to punch her in the stomach. She gagged and was nearly knocked over by the sheer pain of the experience. It felt as if her stomach had just pushed itself up to her heart. She barely had time to dodge another punch that would have landed straight to her back.

Stumbling back she straightened herself up and blocked a punch to the face and another one that wanted to land on her chest. Seeing a window of opportunity she decked him in the chin at the expense of her finger popping painfully.

The boy stumbled back somewhat yet laughed anyway. "That all ya got? Ya hit like a girlie."

She was a girl she wanted to say but took his time of monologuing to punch him in the mouth. She quickly retracted her arm and almost cheered when she saw that there was blood smeared on her knuckles. But while she was mentally celebrating the boy growled and lashed out and punched her square in the face. The pain was excruciating and she felt the entire world spin as she fell to the ground. She could feel a warm liquid pull from her nose and knew that it had to be broken. Blinking and rolling onto her back she could see the four boys gawking at her with their mouths wide open. She didn't have the energy to state a question or even raise an eyebrow, all she could do was openly staredat them.

Two of the boys back up and ran out of the alley way the third quickly following. All that was left was the leader who had only taken a single step backwards. "Y-you're a Roleholder?"

The world's spinning quickened and she could feel her stomach heaving. She put all her energy into raising up a hand but that quickly died as she dropped it and her eyes began to close. Around her she could hear the fleeting sound of feet running against pavement getting further, a town getting quieter, and her own heavy breathing.

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I know a lot of you are upset that I posted a chapter that led directly to Bridgette but think its importaint that you see her side of the story to. I'll go straight back to Joshua after this then back to Bridgette until either one of them die or they reunite. Anyway I jope you all enjoyed this chapter!